Delusional and Divorced

I received news that my husband had been hospitalized due to food poisoning. I ignored the pain shooting up my sprained ankle and hobbled to the hospital as fast as I could.As soon as I pushed open the door to his hospital ward, he shot past me swiftly and embraced a young woman behind me."Honey, you're finally here! I missed you so much!"The woman shot me a provocative glance, then wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him with flushed cheeks.The two of them were completely immersed in their own world.Only after that did he seem to notice my presence. Then, he scratched his head sheepishly. "Honey, Mom takes such good care of herself. She doesn't look 50 at all!"An eerie silence filled the hospital room from his unexpected reaction.I stared at him in utter disbelief. Did I look 50?The woman beside him quickly shook him. "You've got the wrong person! She's not my mom!"Hearing this, he froze for a moment. "Then who is she?"I took a deep breath, trying to st

Sebastian crouched slightly and cupped my face carefully with both hands. "The space in my heart is limited—there's no room for anyone but you."His eyes looked sincere, beckoning me into their depths.But I no longer had the courage to believe so easily."Why didn't you eat the lunch I brought you yesterday? Why did you eat the one Roseline gave instead?" I asked calmly.His face was filled with anger. "Honey, just thinking about it makes me furious. It was all Roseline's fault."She accidentally knocked over the food you made for me, and then she insisted on giving me her own lunch. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have been poisoned by the Psilocybe and ended up in the hospital. I wouldn't have mistaken your identity and hurt you.""Sebastian, are you telling the truth?""Honey, when have I ever lied to you?" He kissed my forehead gently. "After all these years, haven't my actions been proof enough of my love for you?"As he spoke, he nuzzled my face with a hint of grievan

"Being a despicable, shameful mistress seems to bring you a lot of pride." I nearly laughed at the arrogance in Roseline's voice. "And to think you went to college—did you forget everything you learned?""You…" Roseline was so furious she could barely speak. "Don't get too cocky. I'm pregnant with Sebastian's child. You know how much he values having an heir."I'm unlike you who spent years by his side but did not bear a single child. Once I give him a son, do you think he'll let you keep the title of Mrs. Smith?""Alright then. Let's see if you're really capable of that."I couldn't be bothered to argue with her any longer. I hung up, saved the recording of our conversation, and took screenshots of Sebastian's flirtatious texts and bank transfer records as evidence.After handling everything, I leaned back on the couch and stared blankly out the window at the old tree, its leaves withering and yellowing with the season.About ten minutes later, I saw Sebastian rushing through th

Even Gordon could tell that I had injured my foot, yet Sebastian hadn't even asked about it once.He held my arm gently. "Come, sit over here on this bench, and let me take a look at how bad it is."I felt embarrassed and quickly declined. "It's fine, Gordon. It's just a minor injury that's almost healed.""Don't you trust me?" Gordon smiled warmly. "Have you forgotten that I was the one who carried you to the infirmary and borrowed the doctor's medicated oil to massage your ankle when you sprained it while running back in college?"I had no choice but to sit still and let him examine my foot.My skin was fair, making the bruising on my ankle stand out even more.He frowned as he spoke in a slightly stern tone, "You call this not serious? You didn't even treat it properly after spraining it, did you? Does your husband not take care of you at all?"I bit my lip and was just about to say something when a sharp voice interrupted us."What are you two doing?" Sebastian strode over,

"So you finally admit it." I laughed as tears streamed down my face.Back when Sebastian and I were struggling the most to build his business, I had been pregnant once. But life was hard—we often had to sleep on cold floors, and I had no money for proper prenatal care. In the end, I lost the baby.The doctor told me that it would be difficult for me to conceive again.I still remember how he had broken down in tears in front of me for the first time, soaking my shoulder with his remorse. He swore that he had failed me, that he hadn't protected me or our child. He promised that even if we never had children, he would love me just the same.Those vows still echoed in my ears, but the man standing before me now was a complete stranger.I roared in fury, "Get out! I don't ever want to see you again—except on the day we sign the divorce papers.""Not a chance."Seeing my unwavering stance, his eyes darkened with obsession and madness. He forcefully searched my body and pulled my room